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| Ernest Randall | Julius Larson | Gabriel | John Crowley |
Ernest: Oh. Him. I think he wants me. Flattering but I don't swing that way, baby
Julius: Croak. What? What?! Dies a thousand deaths.
Ernest: I know, I know. I'm sorry.
Julius: What the fuck? Why?
Ernest: I just like the ladies is all.
Julius: ….! …….! ……..!!!!!
Ernest: I'm sure there are other guys out there (though none like me, I assure you).
Julius: Splutter. I’m. Not… Gay!!!
Ernest: Bi, whatever.
Julius: I-I-I….! Crumples.
Ernest: The bar scene could do wonders… but you look more like the 'health club' type.
Julius: ……………………..God strike me down, I no longer wish to live.
Ernest: Really, you don't have to take it so hard. Maybe if we'd met two or so years ago, maybe. But I'm a ladies man now.
Julius: Stare.
Ernest: Stared at.
Julius: There is nothing left do now but……… Go Gabriel!
Ernest: Blink.
Gabriel: Blink, blink. …Who are you again?
Ernest: Ernest. And you are? Jokingly… But no really, what was your name again? It started with a 'J'…
Gabriel: Stands. Gabriel. Looks at him coldly.
Ernest: Huh. Could have swore it was Joseph or something.
Gabriel: You were mistaken. Foolish Human.
Ernest: Guess so. No need to get an attitude with me.
Gabriel: Sigh. Where am I?
Ernest: You don't remember?
Gabriel: It slipped my mind.
Ernest: …Are you messing with me? Really, there's other fish in the sea you know.
Gabriel: Just answer the question, you're wasting my time. Foolish Human.
Ernest: Pft. Whatever. You're wasting my time acting like this.
Gabriel: Excuse me? Glare.
Ernest: You heard me. Stop actin' like some kind of child. Dead meat.
Gabriel: I asked you the simplest of questions and you've proven unable to answer it, halfwit.
Ernest: Eyebrow raise. That so? Well, find the answer your own damn self, then. Find it funny that the halfwit happens to know where you are, while you don't.
Gabriel: So I shall.
J.N: Reading.
Gabriel: This person looks vaguely familiar but… Hello?
J.N: Looks up from his book. What?
Gabriel: Might I inquire as to my present location?
J.N: Yeah. Looks back down to his book.
Gabriel: More smart asses. Then perhaps you could enlighten me?
J.N: Funny, he thinks Julius is being the smart ass. I said you could ask. Never said you'd get an answer.
Gabriel: You are all incorrigible.
J.N: You've had plenty of time this week to use that word. Glad we could help, though.
Gabriel: I assume this is your home and it is apparently full of smart asses. In which case, I shall no longer grace you with my presence… Makes for the front door.
J.N: Reads on. Wow, Julius has become an asshole.
Gabriel: Like the smart guy he is steps out into the cold March weather.
Door: Closes. Locks.
Ernest: Prick.
Gabriel: Still has no idea where he is… Goes over to examine the hulking metal object outside the house. Wipes the frost from the windows to peak in… It's… Some sort of room…. With a wheel? Perhaps some sort of man-operated machinery… Fascinating.
Car: Is nice and clean inside too!
Gabriel: Tries all the door handles, but they are locked… hopefully doesn't set off the car alarm in the process.
Car: Not alarmed, fortunately.
Gabriel: Can't open the car hood either. … Blink, blink. It's like a carriage… But it must be operated by some sort of… Engine! Instead of horsepower… Fascinating.
Car: I am very expensive too.
Gabriel: It seems humans can get along without magic. Well that obstinate man probably has the ability to get inside… Shivers and coughs. Talks to himself. Starts heading down the street.
J.N: Yes I do, ha-ha! … Gets up and checks in the living room. Where's Julius?
Ernest: …I thought his name was Gabriel, and he left. Good riddance.
Gabriel: Gets to the end of J.N.'s street and looks at more rows of houses. Chooses to go… Right! A car passes by! Why… It has lanterns on the front!
J.N: …Gabriel, huh?
Gabriel: It's safe to say he… will get horribly lost!
J.N: … Thinks. Didn't Julius mention something about this?
Gabriel: No matter! He'll knock on someone's door and they'll be hospitable and let him stay there for the night or at least tell me where he is… Needless to say this doesn’t work out.
J.N: I wonder why?!
Gabriel: I could be a serial killer… And they just get annoyed with me when I ask them what country I'm in and slam the door in my face. Now can't even find his way back to Jay Enn's house!
Ernest: I'm gonna head out. I'm meeting someone later tonight.
J.N: Alright.
Gabriel: Has nothing to do but wander around aimlessly some more. And cough.
Ernest: Gets in his car and drives!
Gabriel: Wander. It’s cold and snowy.
Ernest: Spots Julius/Gabriel. Kind of cold for someone to just wander without a coat.
Gabriel: Stares at Ernest's car in wonder.
Ernest: Pulls up and unlocks the doors.
Gabriel: Stares, but makes no move.
Ernest: Rolls down the window. Get in. It's cold out.
Gabriel: Obliges and gets in the back.
Ernest: Well, you could have sat up in front, but whatever. So, where ya headed then?
Gabriel: I guess you couldn't take me to Atlantis?
Ernest: Real funny. Want me to take you back to John's or something?
Gabriel: Yes, that was a bit idiotic of me… I suppose this contraption doesn't have flight capabilities. Foolish Humans. Sighs. I suppose you may.
Ernest: Flight? No, that's my other car. Drives back to John’s.
Gabriel: Truly? How does this machine function? Not wearing a seat belt so he can freely look over Ernest's shoulder to see what he's doing.
Ernest: I'm no mechanic. I just know that it's got plenty of horse-power and isn't bad for gas.
Gabriel: There are no horses.
Ernest: There are in the engine. The trick is tryin' to fit 'em in there.
Gabriel: Stares. You're playing me for a fool.
Ernest: Also called joking. Sheesh, what's up? Something bugging you bad?
Gabriel: You and your friend not being straight with me.
Ernest: What? I'm straight and John is too. Or is that the problem?
Gabriel: Sighs. You don't even know how this machine works and yet you operate it? Chose to ignore Ernest's last statement.
Ernest: Course I do. Suddenly slams on the brakes to avoid running a stop sign.
Gabriel: Ouch. Ow… Rubs his jaw where he slammed into the back of the seat and off his own. Why did you do that?
Ernest: Pressing the brakes.
Gabriel: That hurt.
Ernest: I thought you were wearing your seat belt, sorry bro.
Gabriel: Seat belt? Sigh. The world has become so mysterious. How fast can this thing go?
Ernest: Speed limit is 30mph.
Gabriel: Psh… I invented a flying machine which can go so fast, when you see it from the ground all you can perceive is a glint of light.
Ernest: Go any faster and I'd get a ticket. It goes as fast as 100 mph though.
Gabriel: Still not impressed!
Ernest: …Faster than you walking.
Gabriel: Well, thank you for picking me up… Grudgingly.
Ernest: No problem. Pulls up at John’s place.
Gabriel: Takes a minute to figure out the door handle and gets out. Bows and heads to the door.
Door: Unlocked, at least!
Gabriel: Knocks!
J.N: Answers… Hello.
Gabriel: Hello.
J.N: Gabriel?
Gabriel: Yes?
J.N: So. Where's Julius then?
Gabriel: Who? Oh… Can I come inside? Cold.
J.N: Yeah. Steps out of the way for him.
Gabriel: Thank you. Walks past him then turns to face him. Julius' consciousness is not present at the moment.
J.N: I figured.
Gabriel: Stands there awkwardly. How does that work? Points to a lamp…
J.N: Magic.
Gabriel: Touches the light bulb. Ow. I don't sense any magic.
J.N: Or sarcasm. It's electricity. Why are you here?
Gabriel: I don't know… It seems whenever Julius is near death or in any great amount of stress, then I take over his consciousness. Says 'Julius' as though it's distasteful to him. A fail-safe I guess…
J.N: Right. So. What are you then? Just some weird personality disorder?
Gabriel: What do you mean exactly? I'm Gabriel.
J.N: That angel thing that Julius said something about? For the 'greater good' and such?
Gabriel: Raises an eyebrow. I don't have access to Julius' thought processes. Though essentially, we are the same person. Sigh. Julius is… I suppose… A diminished form of me. He's only a Low Angel. His body couldn't sustain itself if I took possession of him for very long because I am more powerful. However, he has slowly evolved throughout his lifetime to be able to handle me. Therefore, I expect very soon there'll be no need of Julius at all. He is me, but his experience is different.
J.N: I see. He's worried about that.
Gabriel: Shrugs. It won't bother me.
J.N: Guess not.
Gabriel: Well, you don't seem to like him.
J.N: He's alright. How the hell would you know anyhow?
Gabriel: If I am correct in assuming you thought I was Julius when I was questioning you as to my present location you were not very kind. Doesn't know that J.N. is never kind.
J.N: Yeah, but you were also not kind in your approach.
Gabriel: Apologies. Sways a bit on his feet and looks annoyed with himself. Faint.
J.N: …Hm. Looks over him.
Julius: Wakes up a few seconds later. Mmm.
J.N: Gabe?
Julius: Pounding headache. Hmmfgh? His eyes are brown. Did I just faint in front of Ernest?
J.N: No.
Julius: I-I'm not… I'm not bisexual.
J.N: …Oh-kay.
Julius: Ugh. Gets up shakily.
J.N: Ernest is gone.
Julius: Rubs his temples. What happened?
J.N: Gabriel took over.
Julius: Oh… Oh God… Goes over to the couch to lie down.
J.N: Feeling a bit used?
Julius: More just agonizing over what he said to Ernest that would make him think he's even more weird. Sigh. A bit, actually… Gets right up again for some water.
J.N: I guess that happens.
Julius: Raises an eyebrow. To you?
J.N: No. But to you it does.
Julius: Shrugs. Rarely… though it seems more frequent this year. Over particularly stupid things like getting splashed with water and having someone mistake him for being homosexual. If I was rude to you though, I apologize. Sounds sincere this time. Takes a few gulps of water.
J.N: Shrugs. It was Gabriel who was being rude.
Julius: Well, he's not going to apologize. That was a total bust with Ernest. D-Don't tell me… I just… Can never show my face to him again. So I hope you didn't sign us up for bowling tomorrow night or anything. Goes back to the couch.
J.N: What's to be embarrassed about?
Julius: Besides that he thinks I'm gay/bi and I must've acted like a nut job as Gabriel besides also being a pompous bastard? You might ask yourself, what isn’t there to be embarrassed about?
J.N: What happened and I might.
Julius: Hmm…? Agonize, agonize, agonize. You might have noticed, as well, my innate ability to make any social situation completely awkward and terrible.
J.N: If you say so.
Julius: What, you haven’t noticed? Sigh.
J.N: Haven't been paying attention to your social interactions.
Julius: It figures. You should ask Jessica over sometime.
J.N: Why's that?
Julius: I thought you liked seeing her? And she hasn't been around since I got sick. Also, I haven't eaten anything decent in the past few weeks.
J.N: I guess I could. I just don't know how really.
Julius: Oh yeah… Hmm…
